The sound of shout resonated. Everyone who was standing beside the precinct clamed up. Alexis held her breath. So it was an end? Or maybe the policemen set free and started an attack? The silence was interrupted by the chief of detectives' voice who about an hour kept watch the sappers.
"When we can finally go inside? Soon it will be too late."
"Just a moment" someone answered.
"The S.W.A.T. get ready to thrust. Let the ambulance wait. We don't know how many and how serious injured people we've got."
Alexis stopped pay attention to what's going on around her. There was four shouts and on the grounds of what they've known she figures out that one person wasn't shot. She hoped that it was her father.
"Looking glass, looking glass where it is" she repeated in her mind looking for an object in her handbag. Annoyingly enough it seemed more precipitous then usually.
"Take mine" Martha gave the man ditty. "Just get Rick out. Release our son."
In her voice they could hear desperation. Alexis with her grandma observed how man with help of a light tried to send signals to prisoners.
"Do you thing that they read the message?" Alexis asked shakily.
"I hope so" Martha answered.
They looked at the windows for a while, they hoped that they saw any signal. When they wanted to give up in the window appeared something bright. It fluttered and raised on a wind. The three of them observed how it flight. Jackson Hunt took it from the ground when it finally touched down. For a moment he looked at the peace of a material until he came back to women.
"He read our message" he said calmly.
"This is from him?" Martha marked a material which he had in his hands. "What he wrote?"
She didn't wait for an answer and took it from him. She opened it and the fright appeared on her face.
"Is that…?" She asked shyly.
"Yes, it is written by blood." Jackson was calm. "He used the only thing that he had to inform us. Believe me, he knew what he was doing. Soon he will be standing here with us…"
"I come inside" grandfather made that she backed to reality.
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When he opened his eyes he saw his father's face.
"You need to run away" he said opening his handcuffs. "I hope you can walk."
"Yes" he whispered but he wasn't certain what's going on. "And what about…"
"I take care of them. You need to go out safety."
Rick stood up with his father's help. Asleep legs rebelled. He couldn't do any step at the beginning. Jackson gave him a minute and came to the door to see if someone was there. Luckily it was empty. Writer felt yank of his sleeve and after a while he went with father as quiet as he could to the window by which his father came in.
"Listen me carefully" the CIA agent speak quiet and fast. "Tell me where assassins could be."
"I think they are in a social room. Some of them came to the archive because someone wanted to clear his file…"
"Now you go down and I help your friends. But remember I was never here. You set free on your own and came out by a window. You can tell that the policemen wanted you to go bring back up when they started attack."
"Maybe I should stay…"
"This is no time to play the hero. What if something happened to you? I promised your mother that you go down safety. So let me carry out at least one promise."
Rick was still standing in the same place. It was like he thought if his father's words were right.
"I don't see you here." Older of a man said a little harder.
Writer went on the windowsill and grabbed a line which supposed to bring him down.
"Just say me if they are… alive." He filtered the words as the fact that he said it out loud made them came true.
"I hope so. Go because they are waiting for you and before you know it they'll be free. And Rick…" he looked him in the eyes "after this I have to disappear for a while so don't shove yourself in troubles…"
"I try" writer said and started go down very slow.
He didn't have any gloves so when he clasped the line his hand hurt more and more. "Just a bit more, just a while" he repeated in his mind. He never thought that go down from the second floor could take so long. His injured arm started pulse, his head too. I can't let myself to give up. Head hurt more what made that thinking was more difficult. He didn't stop doing small steps. Finally he felt the ground under his feet. He went stagger to the crowd who was standing next to the precinct. He didn't go to the police line when Alexis held him. With Martha's help he went to the nearest ambulance.
When doctors tried blocked the blood, which started to run away on his arm, police officer asked him a lot of questions. Who was shouting? How many injured was? How many aggressors were? What happened? Who is responsible for that? How did he leave the building? Rick answered for all the questions hiding his father's help. When they finished interrogation they decided that half of them come by the window and rest of them by the door which soon should be demining.
"Do you bring them here safety?" writer asked policeman who was interrogating him.
"We do our best" he told and came to the building.